And The Beat Goes On.

The joys of living where I live.

One evening recently towards the end of a two and a half hour trip home from Arusha, normally around forty minutes, the dulla dulla turned a bend and there before me was Mount Kilimanjaro's fully outlined snow capped peak bathed in glorious sunlight and to my left, Mount Meru broodily gazed down on me with its clouded swathed summit. Bliss!

Many of you would know how special this image is to me. I have known Isaak now for more than 3 years through emails, newsletters and Facebook updates. Here I am actually spending 'real' time with this marvelous young man, eating chocolate and oranges and we are making a solar powered wind mill that rotates, AND it works.

This blog will mostly contain images with some explanatory text.

Album 1. A walk in the foothills of Mount Meru.

Brooding majesty, contrasts and extremes, munchkins, water and drought, my current home

Another  Sunday stroll, over 30km. I have learned that just over there could be 10-15km.

No more nihilist posts, the chameleon was well and truly alive, many families of Colobus and Vervet monkeys.

Second Tanz Hand Farmer's Market.

Sales 30% up on the first one.

Current work from the studio, Ongea, Nasi Kuhusu Upendo.

Astonishing in the light of this being the end of our 14th week of teaching.

Including images of a bit of a wind down at the end of the day, listening to Rap, Hip Hop and some ubiquitous Reggae with Godfrey, Young Luke and Kaima behind the lens. (Managed to slip in a little Marlon Williams).


It may sound crazy to some but I was quite saddened today. The chap who brings stones in for my perusal generally asks the most astounding prices like 200,000-00/- and we bargain away, today he arrived with these two parcels of gorgeous stones and asked for 20,000/-, roughly equivalent to $AUD13, because he was hungry.

You may ask why I accepted this price, there is a great element of pride and respect here and it would have humiliated him if I had offered him more.

This made me aware of the number of senior males who are in great difficulty in Tanzania. I wonder if anyone from the Men's Shed movement would be kind enough to provide some sort of model that may contribute to solving this situation here.

Well folks, I hope you have enjoyed the picture show.

I am becoming more settled in Nkoaranga, my Swahili is slowly improving.

There are considerations of moving in with a family in a local village. Not convinced about traditional choo (toilet) or washing with cold water, but will see.


Asante sana, salama,


Babu Chris